Chapter 136
Chapter 136
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
A tangle of clothes, shoes, and stockingsy discarded on the floor, a testament to the heated moment.
Megan, slightly tipsy, felt the room spinning around her. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around
Sullivan’s sturdy back for support.
Just then, the smartphone on the nightstand burst into life.
It was Megan’s phone.
She reached out to grab it, but Sullivan was quicker. He suspected it was Begonia calling to share
some mundane slice of life with his wife, but upon unlocking the phone, he was met with an unfamiliar
yet strikingly young and attractive WhatsApp profile picture.
[Girl, I miss you. Can we meet up?]
Sullivan’s expression darkened like a gathering storm. He fixed his gaze on Megan and questioned,
“Someone from the bar? You added him on WhatsApp?”
In truth, it was Lucia who had done the adding.
But Megan was far from confessing; instead, she wrapped herself around him, her voice sultry and
defiant, “Yeah! A young, handsome guy! Sullivan, you can y your flirty games with Cressida, so why
can’t I have someone on my phone… to cheer me up? And Sullivan, if you can’t handle it, we can
always get a divorce!”
Her hair sprawled across the pillow, stunning in its disarray.
At that moment, Sullivan felt an urge to strangle her with his bare hands, but she was his Mrs. Lowry.
He couldn’t do that to her. Instead, he would ensure that her heart and lips would only whisper his
name.
Their kiss was wild, his fingers intecing tightly with hers, locking her down as if she would never
escape his grasp, as if she could never fly away from the palm of his hand.
Megan’s pupils dted with understanding. She knew Sullivan too well. His care and consideration
were not about love; they were about not losing her.
She was simply the woman who satisfied him the most. She thought cynically that if Cressida were a
beauty without equal or boasted a healthy body or a prestigious family background, then she wouldn’t
stand a chance. To him, she was nothing more than a ything in his bed!
But for now, she didn’t care.
It was just a matter of time. Once he grew tired of her, she would be free… Free as a bird in the vast
sky, where past acquaintances would be strangers, and a simple “long time no see” would be an
insult to their shared history.
Megan endured, her head tilted back slightly.
Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a new photo on the nightstand. Not the old one that one she had
burned – but a fresh picture of her and Sullivan, looking natural and affectionate.
It was aposite created at Sullivan’s behest!
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Stunned, Megan’s delicate nostrils red as she reached out to touch the photo, her slender fingers
gripping the frame tightly. It was almost as if she and Sullivan were exerting equal force in a crazed
struggle to destroy each other.
The brass frame fell, striking Sullivan on the forehead. Crimson blood trickled down his face – a
shocking sight.
Sullivan looked up at her, and Megan trembled slightly. The alcohol in her system had fully awakened,
igniting all her rational thoughts.
Her lips quivered as she whispered, “Sullivan, if I had a choice, I would wish I had never fallen for you.”
For a moment, Sullivan’s face twisted with aplex array of emotions.
Then, with a twisted smile, he gently cupped her chin and leaned in to kiss her tenderly, his voice as
soft as a lover’s, “Too bad, my dear! You did fall for me. Even if you burn the photos, the diary, you
can’t erase the fact that you loved me! Megan, I will never let you go, never release you.”
He wanted her.
She was forever his Mrs. Lowry!
As Sullivan slowly took possession of her, Megan thought he must be insane.
And in that moment, she realized that perhaps she was insane too.